the site i am dreaming

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.

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

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.

hiding from the rain

Today I felt like starting

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.

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It Will Get Lighter

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

bro i read nothing in my life

hello reader,

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


lol

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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

Style

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24


it is hopeful

Worse Lift

magnetises a pin

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46