It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.isaac newton
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
you have a beautiful account btw
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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I am below everything.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
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.
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
brb i will read and reply sincerely
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?