Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

it is hopeful

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

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

its performative

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

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

isaac

lol yea

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

hello reader,