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

lol

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

much more tactility

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

Slug

Worse Lift

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

abrar?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not so on: yvf(wthw)

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

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.

kind of mythopoesis

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

like first name

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter