Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
no longer writing in the third person
hiding from the rain
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i really havent
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
much more tactility
its performative
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
whats your name?
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