I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
Thank you, Jack
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
it is hopeful
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
i understand
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
have you read
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49