She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
not their contents
Better Lift
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
you have a beautiful account btw
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thank you, Jack
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
much more tactility