We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
hiding from the rain
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
But seriously, thank you, Jack