like first name
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 bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i have read not even 1 book
bro i read nothing in my life
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i really havent
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
not so on: yvf(wthw)
or never left
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
magnetises a pin