send your tumblr

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Lift Analysis

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Better Lift

...

its good

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

isaac

kind of mythopoesis

really i want the internet

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

no i haven't really read anything

Thank you, Jack

whats your name?

Picture

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

all that is to say

Worse Lift

no longer writing in the third person

you cannot feed someone truth