After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i see a website

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

but really the thing should be autonomous

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site