Better Lift

Rain, starting

kind of mythopoesis

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

have you read

that looks like my instagram account

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i dont understand magnetisation

barren land

It Will Get Lighter

lol yea


yes

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

the site i am dreaming

i want to do that too

"Put a blanket."

no like which do people call me