Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
it is hopeful
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
no longer writing in the third person
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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
Thank you, Jack
as in
i see a website
lol yea
idk
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
hiding from the rain
i want to do that too
its good
barren land
"Put a blanket."