Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.



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'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.


really i want the internet

propensity within someone

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

Thank you, Jack


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

what do you think my name is

division of reality is straying away from it

the site i am dreaming

currently

or never left

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.