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 want to live the knowledge too live the content
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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
December 2025
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
feel you
and the fake qualifier
all that is to say
your feed looks like my tumblr
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you