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.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I am below everything.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
"Put a blanket."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Lift Analysis
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
Thank you, Jack
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them