currently

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

Thank you, Jack

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i was tempted to lie about my name

this will be about a slug

I Write Goodbye Letter

thank you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

was it worth it

i really havent

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

lol yea

13, H, grate

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

kind of mythopoesis

...

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

i have read not even 1 book

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.