December 2025

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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03


kind of mythopoesis


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Today I felt like starting

Picture

or never left

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

we need to be deconstructing our identities


brb i will read and reply sincerely

Thank you, Jack

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

like first name

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

I am below everything.

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

isaac

IWGD