we want to live the knowledge too live the content
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
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.
currently
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i really havent
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class