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

no longer writing in the third person

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

13, H, grate

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

really i want the internet

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03


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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

2 (actually index). two is company


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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

December 2025