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

so an active mazelike process

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we can only engage in such a way

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but really the thing should be autonomous

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

Picture

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.