the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Today I felt like starting

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.

yes

not so on: yvf(wthw)

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me


Picture

Better Lift

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

it is hopeful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone truth