She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you have a beautiful account btw
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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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
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i really havent
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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