Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

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

I am below everything.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

Rain, starting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but i respect your search

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Picture

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so the method has to be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

what do you think my name is

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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