December 2025

you have a beautiful account btw

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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

but really the thing should be autonomous

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

IWGD

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack

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

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