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.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

lol

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

you cannot feed someone truth

Thank you, Jack

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Today I felt like starting

...

so the method has to be autonomous

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

was it worth it

...

barren land

i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books