its good short few pages

like first name

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Slug

December 2025

the site i am dreaming

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

this will be about a slug

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

isaac

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

magnetisation/form

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

it is hopeful

i really havent

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.