I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Rain, starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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.

send your tumblr

i really havent

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

which magnetises chains of pins

i really havent

what do you think my name is