hiding from the rain

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

2 (actually index). two is company

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

but really the thing should be autonomous

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

Rain, starting

I Write Goodbye Letter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

you have a beautiful account btw