so at the end

propensity within someone

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

but i respect your search

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

as in

Today I felt like starting

magnetisation/form

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

really i want the internet

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you

no longer writing in the third person

you have a beautiful account btw

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i see a website

1

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

Can I see

hiding from the rain

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Picture

Style

kind of mythopoesis