somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
but really the thing should be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god being the centre magnet
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i was tempted to lie about my name
is this you as well
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
isaac newton
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
which magnetises chains of pins
no like which do people call me
we need to be deconstructing our identities