We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Today I felt like starting
kind of mythopoesis
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
currently
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
really i want the internet
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i see a website
no longer writing in the third person