i really havent

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

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

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Rain, starting

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

13, H, grate

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me