"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
currently
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.
so at the end
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
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
i see a website
no longer writing in the third person
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
magnetises a pin
isaac newton
like magnets
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then