no longer writing in the third person
much more tactility
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
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.
we can only engage in such a way
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
so the method has to be autonomous
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
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i really havent
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i love it here
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
its good
i have read not even 1 book
thank you
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
autonomy of learning
have you read