okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Worse Lift

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

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

I am below everything.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

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.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a post. I want to be remembered

i see a website

Picture

was it worth 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

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.