with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

plato

Better Lift


I am below everything.

Thank you, Jack

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

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.

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Style

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

Today I felt like starting

Better Lift

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

2 (actually index). two is company

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

lol

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

propensity within someone

Rain, starting