kind of mythopoesis

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

wait what is that

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

December 2025

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

send link

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it