yeah
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
wait what is that
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
...
was it worth it
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
bro i read nothing in my life
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i really havent
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
i see a website