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

2 (actually index). two is company

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

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 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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

Worse Lift

kind of mythopoesis

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

is this you as well

i really havent

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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wait what is that

like magnets

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

plato