Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

Rain, starting


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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

I am below everything.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

but i respect your search

Thank you, Jack

kind of mythopoesis

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

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged