There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
I am below everything.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
isaac
i love it here
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i understand
as in
magnetises a pin
no i haven't really read anything