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

Thank you, Jack

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

sorry i am texting like a slav

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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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.

autonomy of learning

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

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.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it is hopeful

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

all that is to say

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

division of reality is straying away from it

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

IWGD

wait what is that

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

but really the thing should be autonomous