something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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 heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
and the fake qualifier
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
all that is to say
what do you mean
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models