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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
13 |
|
|
H |
|
|
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
|
in a post. I want to be remembered
kind of mythopoesis
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
i want to do that too
brb i will read and reply sincerely
as in
...
so at the end
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46