It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

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.

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

feel you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

we can only engage in such a way

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

abrar?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

plato

and the fake qualifier

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

whats your name?