the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you cannot feed someone truth

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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.

"Put a blanket."

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I am below everything.


magnetisation/form

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

propensity within someone

13, H, grate

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

but i respect your search

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.