you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
not their contents
I am below everything.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.autonomy of learning
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i want to do that too
propensity within someone
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."