Today I felt like starting
no longer writing in the third person
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.but i respect your search
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.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
hello reader,
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
and the fake qualifier
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it