yeah

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i was tempted to lie about my name

sorry i am texting like a slav

which magnetises chains of pins

Rain, starting

feel you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

send your tumblr

what do you think my name is

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

autonomy of learning

i have read not even 1 book

yeah

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

ion

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

is this you as well


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

barren land

have you read