we need to be deconstructing our identities

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

no longer writing in the third person


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

was it worth it

abrar?

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

like magnets

isaac

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

but really the thing should be autonomous

Lift Analysis

December 2025

Rain, starting


not their contents

brb i will read and reply sincerely

It Will Get Lighter

so at the end