Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Today I felt like starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no longer writing in the third person

as in

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

yeah

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Picture

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

send your tumblr

lol