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.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin 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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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"Put a blanket."

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

Today I felt like starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

ahnaf abrar

but really the thing should be autonomous

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos