okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
and the fake qualifier
its good
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i dont understand magnetisation
the site i am dreaming
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
...
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.