and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person


but really the thing should be autonomous

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.




"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."