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
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
no longer writing in the third person
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
all that is to say
magnetises a pin
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
which magnetises chains of pins
"Put a blanket."
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate