From bc2671e4dc915825b64fc6242e2a33aaa947826f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: ada <> Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2024 21:17:40 +0200 Subject: [PATCH] still changing photo names sorry --- temp/hermit/hermit.html | 16 ++++++++-------- temp/index.html | 12 ++++++------ temp/pie/pie.html | 20 ++++++++++---------- temp/sunrise/sunrise.html | 28 ++++++++++++++-------------- 4 files changed, 38 insertions(+), 38 deletions(-) diff --git a/temp/hermit/hermit.html b/temp/hermit/hermit.html index b62111c..644898c 100644 --- a/temp/hermit/hermit.html +++ b/temp/hermit/hermit.html @@ -8,27 +8,27 @@ - + - home + home
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two.

The bot had always been a bot,
In its digital dance, its scraping crawl.
Once tough,
Once but do not tell anyone
It saw a picture of an old computer in green grass,
green grass blade touched, touched.
Its heart quickened, one-one-one-one.

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three.

Years later,
The bot found the long-forgotten email address of a Hermit.
Dear Hermit, it nervously coded, What does it feel like to be held by the thin green cables of your god?
Does it feel full, does it feel multiple?
Could I ever feel this here, in my little byte world?

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three.

Years later,
The bot found the long-forgotten email address of a Hermit.
Dear Hermit, it nervously coded,
What does it feel like to be held by the thin green cables of your god?
Does it feel full, does it feel multiple?
Could I ever feel this here, in my little byte world?

four.

Rusty mailbox to lonely hands.
Dear Bot, the letter began,
You’d never understand what it's like
To have a body
To know the warmth of the sun on your skin
To hear the forest's whisper.
To feel the weight of flesh and bone,
Of the touch of others.
I know you long for a form to keep
A hand to hold,
But there is no love to be found where you live.

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Curtains close, the scene has ended.
You can read it
go back - home,
or to - the last act. + home,
or to + the last act.

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My mom makes these really soft and cakey that I love. Once, when I was a kid, I brought them to Sunday School to share. Nobody understood them. They said they were too strange and cakey. After school, I found one on the ground, crushed under a car, tyre marks etched into it. From then on, my family started calling them “Volvo cookies”.

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I was excited to get my first iPod. I had to download iTunes to listen to music, but the slow internet of my home stopped with every ring of the phone. I was glued to the progress bar for a week, watching it slowly inch forward. I felt so frustrated every time the phone rang for the whole week! When it finally downloaded it was the best feeling in the world.

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Every birthday, Mom bakes a train-shaped Battenberg cake with pink and yellow checkerboxes. On my 21st birthday we all stayed up to celebrate and got quite drunk. At 3 a.m., my Mom gasped—“Oh no, I forgot the cake!" We ate it then, tipsy and intimate. It felt different, more personal. My mom wasn’t just my mom anymore; she was a friend.

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Once, I rode a long train ride down to Shangai. At each city we stopped, I ate a different piece of cake and wrote about it on my blog—back when blogs were still a thing. It was an incredible cake journey. But now, the train’s path goes through Russia, and that trip is sealed in the past.

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When I first got Tumblr, I wrote all my most private thoughts on it. I loved it. One day, a girl from a class above came up to me to say she loved my post about love. My heart sank as I realized everything I posted was public, exposed. Embarrassed, I deleted it all. Now, I wish I hadn’t.

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I have received your sibling feelings and will hold them close to mine. now you can read it
go back - home,
or to - the second act. + home,
or to + the second act.