hello reader,
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i see a website
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.
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
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
but i respect your search
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
really i want the internet
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
you have a beautiful account btw
brb i will read and reply sincerely
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it is hopeful
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos