Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
Rain, starting
It Will Get Lighter
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
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Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but
want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm
not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way
of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel
kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story
a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling
something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever
but the thinking is useful
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