There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

Today I felt like starting

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good

its good short few pages

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Style

idk

division of reality is straying away from it

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

not their contents

like magnets

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

autonomy of learning

barren land

that looks like my instagram account

whats your name?

yeah

isaac newton

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac