I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

idk

i really havent

that looks like my instagram account

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

plato

magnetises a pin

i have read not even 1 book

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

lol yea

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

Today I felt like starting

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

lol

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

It Will Get Lighter

Can I see

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

kind of mythopoesis

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people