feel you
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Today I felt like starting
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.Thank you, Jack
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send link
was it worth it
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i have read not even 1 book
much more tactility
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.