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

It Will Get Lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

really i want the internet

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your feed looks like my tumblr

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

2 (actually index). two is company

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

bro i read nothing in my life

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

i have read not even 1 book

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

and the fake qualifier

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thank you, Jack

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brb i will read and reply sincerely

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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send your tumblr

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

what do you think my name is

13, H, grate

I Write Goodbye Letter

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