She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Today I felt like starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Can I see

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

lol

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

idk

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

i really havent

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

hiding from the rain

which magnetises chains of pins

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

or never left

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things