as in

bro i read nothing in my life

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

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

was it worth it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

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.

the site i am dreaming

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.