was it worth it

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

It Will Get Lighter

currently

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49


no longer writing in the third person

really i want the internet

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

it is hopeful

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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


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

but really the thing should be autonomous

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

i really havent

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

its good short few pages

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression