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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Can I see
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
yes
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
i see a website
but i respect your search
December 2025
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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and the fake qualifier
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me