a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
hello reader,
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books