And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
hiding from the rain
Lift Analysis
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i want to do that too
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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