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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
I am below everything.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
it is hopeful
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
no longer writing in the third person
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Better Lift
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
what do you mean
much more tactility
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.