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
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
thank you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but i respect your search
isaac newton
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
god being the centre magnet
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
which magnetises chains of pins
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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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i love it here
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
your feed looks like my tumblr
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.