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 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.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
really i want the internet
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.in a post. I want to be remembered
its good short few pages
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
yes
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Better Lift
...
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
no like which do people call me
whats your name?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
have you read
ion
like first name
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.