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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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
Thank you, Jack
I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but really the thing should be autonomous
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!