i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
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.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
so an active mazelike process
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thank you, Jack
autonomy of learning
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
kind of mythopoesis
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
magnetises a pin
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.