I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

propensity within someone

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

Thank you, Jack

autonomy of learning

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.

kind of mythopoesis

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.

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

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Picture

It Will Get Lighter

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you have a beautiful account btw

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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