lol

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

no longer writing in the third person

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Better Lift

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

it is hopeful

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

Picture

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

no i haven't really read anything

autonomy of learning

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you have a beautiful account btw

Style