i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

December 2025

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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

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


i really havent


the site i am dreaming

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

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And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

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

hello reader,

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.


i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It Will Get Lighter