way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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


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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

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

"Put a blanket."

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.

IWGD

it is hopeful

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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