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

feel you

yeah

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

fw

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

send your tumblr

Thank you, Jack

i have read not even 1 book

what do you mean

...

the site i am dreaming

Slug

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

yeah

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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.

that looks like my instagram account

Better Lift

plato

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

like first name