"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

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

...

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I Write Goodbye Letter

i really havent

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

I am below everything.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

ion

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

was it worth it