I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

I am below everything.

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.

hiding from the rain

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

yes

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.

Can I see

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

all that is to say

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thank you, Jack

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i see a website

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

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but really the thing should be autonomous

so the method has to be autonomous

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