One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite illiterate on producing technology


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

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

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf