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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i want to do that too

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

isaac

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

magnetises a pin

much more tactility

It's

dusk

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i dont understand magnetisation

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no i haven't really read anything

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

so the method has to be autonomous

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

which magnetises chains of pins

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Picture