its performative

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.

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.

currently

i see a website

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Style

2 (actually index). two is company

bro i read nothing in my life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i really havent

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

IWGD

it is hopeful


i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.