yeah
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.I am below everything.
yeah
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
fw
lol
like magnets
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i really havent
i really havent
Thank you, Jack
that looks like my instagram account
Lift Analysis
Can I see
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
...
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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