like first name

really i want the internet

Better Lift

I am below everything.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

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

i really havent

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

what do you think my name is

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so an active mazelike process

plato

as in

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so at the end

yeah