hiding from the rain

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

send link

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

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

"Put a blanket."

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

...

Slug

...

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

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