She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
really i want the internet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
or never left
lol yea
idk
as in
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate