isaac

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

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

Lift Analysis

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

i see a website

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

ahnaf abrar

this will be about a slug

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

feel you

that looks like my instagram account

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away