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.
no longer writing in the third person
i really havent
lol
lol yea
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
the site i am dreaming
your feed looks like my tumblr
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.yeah
idk
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that looks like my instagram account
bro i read nothing in my life
no like which do people call me
i see a website
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.