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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24


It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life