no longer writing in the third person

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

Can I see


yes

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

plato

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

ahnaf abrar

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.