There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

and the fake qualifier

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

Can I see

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

Thank you, Jack

Worse Lift

"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

like first name

no like which do people call me