so at the end

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.

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

13, H, grate

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

It Will Get Lighter

much more tactility

Better Lift

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


"Put a blanket."

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos


brb i will read and reply sincerely

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

I am below everything.

Thank you, Jack

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