or never left

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i understand

i really havent

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

2 (actually index). two is company

It Will Get Lighter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

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.

currently

i see a website

much more tactility

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17