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no longer writing in the third person

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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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.

it is hopeful

magnetises a pin

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

Better Lift

feel you

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

god being the centre magnet

its good short few pages

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.

no like which do people call me

like first name

which magnetises chains of pins

Worse Lift

the site i am dreaming