idk
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
was it worth it
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
plato
no like which do people call me
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the site i am dreaming
"Put a blanket."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin 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