in a post. I want to be remembered

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

I am below everything.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thank you, Jack

but i respect your search

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

...

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

1

. way too specific.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

hello reader,

...

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

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