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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

or never left

bro i read nothing in my life

which magnetises chains of pins

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

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

Rain, starting

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.

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Style

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

plato

no like which do people call me

its good

whats your name?

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i really havent

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good short few pages

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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