currently

FOUNDING DOCUMENT



a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Thank you, Jack

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

really i want the internet

Picture

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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you have a beautiful account btw

we can only engage in such a way

not their contents

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?