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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Today I felt like starting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

2 (actually index). two is company

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

in a post. I want to be remembered

no longer writing in the third person


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

December 2025

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

kind of mythopoesis

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.