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.

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

I am below everything.

"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 21:22:59

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

Style

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Rain, starting

so at the end

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

but i respect your search

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

its good short few pages

or never left

lol yea

It's

dusk

that looks like my instagram account

your feed looks like my tumblr

December 2025

i want to do that too

i have read not even 1 book

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine