There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Worse Lift

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website

13, H, grate

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

your feed looks like my tumblr

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process