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.

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

it is hopeful

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.

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

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

propensity within someone

in a post. I want to be remembered

...

I am below everything.

magnetisation/form

plato

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class