much more tactility
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Lift Analysis
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
i see a website
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good short few pages
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i understand
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
division of reality is straying away from it
like magnets
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time