something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
its good
the site i am dreaming
barren land
or never left
have you read
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.
...
plato
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.