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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift


Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08


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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

no longer writing in the third person

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Picture

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.

Thank you, Jack


Style

hiding from the rain

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

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