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the site i am dreaming
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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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