so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its performative
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
no longer writing in the third person
so an active mazelike process
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
but really the thing should be autonomous
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.
so at the end
but i respect your search
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me