no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
currently
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
hiding from the rain
its performative
barren land
division of reality is straying away from it
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them