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.

not their contents

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you have a beautiful account btw

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Lift Analysis

Rain, starting

Thank you, Jack

Today I felt like starting

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

much more tactility

wait what is that

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

its good

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

idk

hiding from the rain

i really havent

kind of mythopoesis

i have read not even 1 book

and the fake qualifier

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me