fw
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i see a website
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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 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.
kind of mythopoesis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."