isaac newton

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.

it is hopeful

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.

Rain, starting

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

autonomy of learning

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

not their contents

so at the end

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

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

its good short few pages

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

division of reality is straying away from it

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i want to do that too

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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