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.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

which magnetises chains of pins

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

whats your name?

no i haven't really read anything

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

bro i read nothing in my life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Picture

abrar?

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

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