but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
kind of mythopoesis
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i see a website
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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.
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
brb i will read and reply sincerely
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46