I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
propensity within someone
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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.
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 really havent
bro i read nothing in my life
that looks like my instagram account
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
thank you
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
bro i read nothing in my life
is this you as well
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
which magnetises chains of pins
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i see a website
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
or never left
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