brb i will read and reply sincerely

send your tumblr


Picture

hiding from the rain

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

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

yes

is this you as well

which magnetises chains of pins

was it worth it

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

December 2025

...

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Today I felt like starting

I Write Goodbye Letter



kind of mythopoesis

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

...


its good

whats your name?

much more tactility

so an active mazelike process

i dont understand magnetisation