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.

currently

so the method has to be autonomous

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Better Lift

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thank you, Jack

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Better Lift

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

this will be about a slug

we need to be deconstructing our identities

was it worth it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

December 2025

really i want the internet

i was tempted to lie about my name

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

bro i read nothing in my life

which magnetises chains of pins

or never left

i really havent