Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i see a website

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

idk

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

like first name

lol

wait what is that

was it worth it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression