Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Picture

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

it is hopeful


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

13, H, grate


hiding from the rain


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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Today I felt like starting