I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Style

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Picture

1

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

It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

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

the site i am dreaming

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine