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.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i see a website

Can I see

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you have a beautiful account btw

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

yes

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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but i respect your search

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