She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thank you, Jack

lol yea

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Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate

i see a website

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology