Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

i really havent

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I Write Goodbye Letter

send link

lol

"Put a blanket."

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Picture

Thank you, Jack

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

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate