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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

really i want the internet

but i respect your search

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

ion