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

so an active mazelike process

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

have you read

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so the method has to be autonomous

yeah

so at the end

i was tempted to lie about my name

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

this will be about a slug

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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