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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no longer writing in the third person
so the method has to be autonomous
but really the thing should be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
send your tumblr
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
feel you
kind of mythopoesis