the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
kind of mythopoesis
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i see a website
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
like magnets
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 in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
...
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.