Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Lift Analysis
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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
hiding from the rain
"Put a blanket."
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
kind of mythopoesis
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
isaac
much more tactility
magnetises a pin
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46