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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Put a blanket."
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
bro i read nothing in my life