not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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.

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

13, H, grate

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in a post. I want to be remembered

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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send link

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books