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

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.

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

all that is to say

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

so an active mazelike process

feel you

but i respect your search

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

much more tactility

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

so at the end

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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so the method has to be autonomous