Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

was it worth it

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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 heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Can I see

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

barren land

not their contents

propensity within someone

Rain, starting

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

division of reality is straying away from it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ion

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models