I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
your feed looks like my tumblr
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
i see a website
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
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Lift Analysis
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it