I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
I am below everything.
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
as in
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
no longer writing in the third person
Better Lift
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.