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

13, H, grate

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

currently

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