like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
god being the centre magnet
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
so the method has to be autonomous
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
fw
is this you as well
was it worth it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."