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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
as in
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
really i want the internet
Today I felt like starting
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Better Lift
its performative