I am below everything.

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

Style

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

or never left

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

sorry i am texting like a slav


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

like magnets