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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


Better Lift

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

i see a website

It Will Get Lighter

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Can I see

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08