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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Today I felt like starting
I am below everything.
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
ahnaf abrar
plato
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now