okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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wait what is that

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Rain, starting

Today I felt like starting

hiding from the rain

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

fw

Better Lift

the site i am dreaming

lol yea

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

i love it here

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!