a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Style

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

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.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

and the fake qualifier

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

wait what is that

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

2 (actually index). two is company

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

...

It Will Get Lighter

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.