We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"Put a blanket."

IWGD

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

its good

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

as in

you cannot feed someone truth

your feed looks like my tumblr