and the fake qualifier

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
"Put a blanket."

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.

13, H, grate

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

this will be about a slug

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

hello reader,

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

December 2025

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

It Will Get Lighter

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

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then