kind of mythopoesis

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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

really i want the internet

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

you have a beautiful account btw