Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025
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
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
plato
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
barren land
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
sorry i am texting like a slav