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.

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

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

yes

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

feel you

no like which do people call me

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i was tempted to lie about my name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

plato

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

like magnets

really i want the internet

thank you

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

propensity within someone

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

is this you as well

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