i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I am below everything.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

really i want the internet

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yes

Thank you, Jack