13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

no longer writing in the third person

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

"Put a blanket."

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

IWGD

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.

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

kind of mythopoesis

but really the thing should be autonomous

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike