your feed looks like my tumblr
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
so the method has to be autonomous
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
really i want the internet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
we can only engage in such a way