Rain, starting

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Today I felt like starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

It Will Get Lighter

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

really i want the internet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

yes

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.