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.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thank you, Jack

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

is this you as well

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

in a post. I want to be remembered

feel you

like first name

ion