somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you have a beautiful account btw

Thank you, Jack

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

but really the thing should be autonomous

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

Rain, starting

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

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