Today I felt like starting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Rain, starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Worse Lift

you have a beautiful account btw

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

i see a website

Picture

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

It Will Get Lighter

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