Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

yes

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

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

Better Lift

Rain, starting

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

IWGD

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thank you, Jack

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation 

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