Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

you have a beautiful account btw

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet

Lift Analysis

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

kind of mythopoesis

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

you cannot feed someone truth

Style

so the method has to be autonomous

brb i will read and reply sincerely

what do you mean

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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

lol yea

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

your feed looks like my tumblr

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

its good

plato