I am below everything.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying


really i want the internet

barren land

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

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

much more tactility

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

no i haven't really read anything

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl



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

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'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.