a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.magnetises a pin
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
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.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
no longer writing in the third person
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you