feel you

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

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

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Can I see

so the method has to be autonomous

but i respect your search

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

fw

in a post. I want to be remembered