it is hopeful

Better Lift

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

but really the thing should be autonomous

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

brb i will read and reply sincerely

but i respect your search

IWGD

i see a website

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

you have a beautiful account btw

yes

It Will Get Lighter

currently

Better Lift

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me


Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

kind of mythopoesis

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me


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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.