with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i love it here

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Picture

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.

Style

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

but i respect your search

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

kind of mythopoesis

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

barren land

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i have read not even 1 book

isaac newton

as in

thank you

i understand


Slug

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.