And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

13, H, grate

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

plato

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

idk

magnetisation/form

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

feel you

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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 was tempted to lie about my name

autonomy of learning

it is hopeful

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.

no i haven't really read anything

in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

its good