There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
kind of mythopoesis
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
like magnets
propensity within someone
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i dont understand magnetisation
its good short few pages
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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sorry i am texting like a slav
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
December 2025