The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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

Lift Analysis

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


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

magnetises a pin

in a post. I want to be remembered

ahnaf abrar

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

plato

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

what do you think my name is

13, H, grate