"Put a blanket."

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.

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49