Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i really havent

we can only engage in such a way

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone truth

what do you mean

propensity within someone

as in

plato

yeah

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

is this you as well

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

ahnaf abrar

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.

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

not their contents

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

much more tactility

sorry i am texting like a slav

it is hopeful

no like which do people call me

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate