i dont understand magnetisation
I am below everything.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
currently
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
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.
...
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-"
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.