Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Worse Lift

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

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.

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.

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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