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.

"I'm not safe from him! Fuck you!"

"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD."

A motor's distant roar.

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