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

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

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

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.

Picture

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kind of mythopoesis

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

in a post. I want to be remembered

bro i read nothing in my life

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

send link

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I Write Goodbye Letter