website as circumstance

I have walked to build this website: my shirt rumpling up beneath the backpack slung across my shoulders, where my laptop is safely lodged, waiting for its time. I squinted in the sunlight, double-checked where I was going, and I arrived. I arrived, and I am here, and I am sending it to you.

"It kinda works, like..."

"You've gotten it all over your strap, all over your arm, all over your toes."

The constant kick-snare beat of somebody's Bluetooth speaker.

"HAYFEVER."

"Don't chase the pigeon. Don't chase it, you'll fall!"

The chattering call of seagulls.

"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD."

A motor's distant roar.

"I think it's near the shopping centre."