part of an old note. It will get lighter.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

...

but i respect your search


I Write Goodbye Letter


...

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

yes

in a post. I want to be remembered

i really havent

send link

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

as in

really i want the internet

but really the thing should be autonomous

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this will be about a slug

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

so an active mazelike process

Rain, starting

so at the end

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

and the fake qualifier

idk

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.