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hiding from the rain


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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

so the method has to be autonomous

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

IWGD

it is hopeful

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

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


propensity within someone

not their contents

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw

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