in a post. I want to be remembered

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

lol

Better Lift

it is hopeful

"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

kind of mythopoesis

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'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.

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

bro i read nothing in my life

so an active mazelike process

and the fake qualifier

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

so at the end

its good

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

magnetises a pin

isaac