"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

hiding from the rain

i see a website

Thank you, Jack

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever