We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
as in
i dont understand magnetisation
you have a beautiful account btw
its good short few pages
and the fake qualifier
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.