Today I felt like starting

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

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.

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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thank you, Jack

yes

brb i will read and reply sincerely

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos