and the fake qualifier
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
brb i will read and reply sincerely
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
...
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
no like which do people call me
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.