isaac newton
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
yes
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
kind of mythopoesis
in a post. I want to be remembered
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it