i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
hello reader,
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
not so on: yvf(wthw)
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Thank you, Jack
December 2025
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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.
Better Lift
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autonomy of learning
much more tactility
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything