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

"Put a blanket."

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

bro i read nothing in my life

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its good short few pages

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so at the end

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you have a beautiful account btw

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Can I see

its good

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