you cannot feed someone truth
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
in a post. I want to be remembered
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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
not so on: yvf(wthw)
was it worth it
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.