It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter


Better Lift

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

send your tumblr

like first name

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

so the method has to be autonomous

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

and the fake qualifier

is this you as well

but i respect your search

you cannot feed someone truth


send link

thank you