Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
IWGD
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Style
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
