you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

IWGD

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

currently

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

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.

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

It Will Get Lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

hiding from the rain

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

all that is to say

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting