There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too. 

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Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

Picture

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

really i want the internet

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.

currently

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Style

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I am below everything.