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.

no longer writing in the third person


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

13, H, grate

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike


i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

and the fake qualifier

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.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

send your tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered

i understand