i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but really the thing should be autonomous

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I am below everything.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.