Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
but really the thing should be autonomous
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so the method has to be autonomous
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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
Lift Analysis
feel you
i was tempted to lie about my name
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
as in
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
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class