god being the centre magnet

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.

Lift Analysis

no longer writing in the third person


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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.

Style

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Rain, starting

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

as in

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

but i respect your search

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.