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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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
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
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.