so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

as in

yeah

It Will Get Lighter

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

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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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

kind of mythopoesis

hello reader,

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

bro i read nothing in my life

i have read not even 1 book

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

i love it here

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

its good short few pages

we need to be deconstructing our identities

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl