it is hopeful

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

Today I felt like starting

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

i really havent

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

send link

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i see a website

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

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.