The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yes
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
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
like first name
bro i read nothing in my life
ahnaf abrar
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
feel you
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you mean
plato
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
its good