the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Today I felt like starting

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

not their contents

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

brb i will read and reply sincerely

as in

no longer writing in the third person

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

all that is to say

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

division of reality is straying away from it

hiding from the rain

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

"Put a blanket."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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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.

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

It Will Get Lighter

its performative