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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

December 2025

the site i am dreaming

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


I Write Goodbye Letter

bro i read nothing in my life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that looks like my instagram account

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac

its performative

...

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

was it worth it

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Rain, starting

and the fake qualifier

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

currently

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.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like first name

yes

not so on: yvf(wthw)