no longer writing in the third person

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Today I felt like starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Worse Lift

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

currently

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

i see a website

December 2025

isaac newton

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

2 (actually index). two is company

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Slug

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt