somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

IWGD

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Lift Analysis

its performative

isaac newton

its good

...

its good

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thank you, Jack

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