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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I am below everything.
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
no i haven't really read anything