Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

Rain, starting

so at the end

as in

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

not their contents

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

"Put a blanket."

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

IWGD

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

magnetisation/form

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

division of reality is straying away from it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?