and the fake qualifier

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

it is hopeful



I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

currently

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thank you, Jack