okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i want to do that too

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

Worse Lift

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

kind of mythopoesis

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

Better Lift

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

"Put a blanket."

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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

13, H, grate

IWGD

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting