Today I felt like starting

wait what is that

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

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lol

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

i have read not even 1 book

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

that looks like my instagram account

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

your feed looks like my tumblr

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

god being the centre magnet

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

what do you mean

...

i dont understand magnetisation