After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Today I felt like starting

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

kind of mythopoesis

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

its performative

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

currently

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

really i want the internet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thank you, Jack

Style

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see