i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

which magnetises chains of pins

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier