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.

no longer writing in the third person

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

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.

abrar?

ion

hiding from the rain

feel you

god being the centre magnet

yeah

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

its good short few pages

plato

which magnetises chains of pins

so at the end