was it worth it
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
and the fake qualifier
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
idk
isaac
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i understand
13 |
|
|
H |
|
|
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
|
your feed looks like my tumblr
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yes
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: