2 (actually index). two is company

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.

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hiding from the rain

Better Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

IWGD

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thank you, Jack

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Put a blanket."

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


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