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

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

wait what is that

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

isaac

It Will Get Lighter