Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Better Lift

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

autonomy of learning

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone truth

currently

what do you mean

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life