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 hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
its good short few pages
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
plato
like first name
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no like which do people call me
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i was tempted to lie about my name
send link
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
i really havent
its good