I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
you have a beautiful account btw
Today I felt like starting
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Thank you, Jack
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.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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