plato
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.
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.
hiding from the rain
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
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i love it here
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.
ion
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
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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
yeah
what do you mean
currently
division of reality is straying away from it
propensity within someone
thank you