"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
it is hopeful
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
division of reality is straying away from it
but i respect your search