it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

no longer writing in the third person

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within 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

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

but i respect your search

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

and the fake qualifier

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i see a website

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

and the fake qualifier

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

"Put a blanket."