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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

idk

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Can I see

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

propensity within someone

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Slug

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.