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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but i respect your search

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

hello reader,

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

is this you as well

really i want the internet

what do you think my name is

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.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

Rain, starting

abrar?

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt