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

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.

Worse Lift

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

was it worth it

It Will Get Lighter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Slug

the site i am dreaming

your feed looks like my tumblr

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

magnetises a pin

thank you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

which magnetises chains of pins

send link

isaac

this will be about a slug

2 (actually index). two is company

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i really havent

i understand

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

we can only engage in such a way

autonomy of learning

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.