Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
yes
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.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
no i haven't really read anything
it is hopeful
thank you
sorry i am texting like a slav
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
send link
whats your name?
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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
its performative