it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
Lift Analysis
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
but really the thing should be autonomous
it is hopeful
i really havent
i have read not even 1 book
Can I see
i love it here
have you read
and the fake qualifier
its good
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: