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

I am below everything.

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

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

brb i will read and reply sincerely

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you have a beautiful account btw

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

not their contents

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.

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

its good

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i dont understand magnetisation

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17