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

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Lift Analysis

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Can I see

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Better Lift

yeah

all that is to say

whats your name?

thank you

lol yea