somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Today I felt like starting

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

it is hopeful

no longer writing in the third person

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

"Put a blanket."

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

kind of mythopoesis

magnetises a pin

i love it here