Style

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


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.


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

I am below everything.

Worse Lift

hiding from the rain


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

It Will Get Lighter

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

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