The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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 is hopeful
so at the end
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i love it here
whats your name?
god being the centre magnet
magnetises a pin
its good
like magnets
"Put a blanket."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.