There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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.
"Put a blanket."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
really i want the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
yes
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
so the method has to be autonomous
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.