no like which do people call me

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currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

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.

it is hopeful

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

what do you mean

plato

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

have you read

magnetises a pin

isaac newton

wait what is that

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

...

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

2 (actually index). two is company

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

lol

bro i read nothing in my life