Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Today I felt like starting

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.

Better Lift


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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.

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

autonomy of learning

hiding from the rain

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

isaac newton

the site i am dreaming

so the method has to be autonomous

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

I Write Goodbye Letter