I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
no longer writing in the third person
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I am below everything.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
currently
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."
Today I felt like starting
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you have a beautiful account btw
isaac
its performative
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
propensity within someone
Better Lift