i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
yeah
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
send your tumblr
you cannot feed someone truth
its good
bro i read nothing in my life
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
currently
in a post. I want to be remembered
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
was it worth it
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i love it here
so an active mazelike process
so the method has to be autonomous
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
isaac