we can only engage in such a way

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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so an active mazelike process

have you read

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lol yea

isaac newton

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

hello reader,

isaac

i love it here

division of reality is straying away from it

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

the site i am dreaming

i was tempted to lie about my name

was it worth it

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."