i really havent

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

was it worth it

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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 see a website

is this you as well

kind of mythopoesis

brb i will read and reply sincerely

so an active mazelike process