December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i love it here
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
wait what is that
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
autonomy of learning
i want to do that too
bro i read nothing in my life
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
its good short few pages