I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

ahnaf abrar

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

lol yea

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

its performative

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.