"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
the site i am dreaming
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
i see a website
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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