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no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Rain, starting

Picture

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

magnetisation/form

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

Better Lift

Can I see

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i see a website

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

13, H, grate

Lift Analysis

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

you have a beautiful account btw

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.