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

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

Can I see

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Thank you, Jack