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.
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.
really i want the internet
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Can I see
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
but i respect your search
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
kind of mythopoesis
no like which do people call me
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
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
i understand