i really havent

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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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

kind of mythopoesis

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Rain, starting

i see a website

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thank you, Jack

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it is hopeful

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Better Lift

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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no longer writing in the third person