plato

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It's

dusk

Style

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

IWGD

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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