Rain, starting

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

have you read

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

barren land

in a post. I want to be remembered

really i want the internet

this will be about a slug

no longer writing in the third person

that looks like my instagram account

currently

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