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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it is hopeful

Today I felt like starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

currently


Better Lift

"Put a blanket."

and the fake qualifier

13, H, grate

wait what is that

i really havent

i want to do that too


we need to be deconstructing our identities

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

abrar?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

hiding from the rain

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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