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This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Today I felt like starting
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i really havent
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
was it worth it
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
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.