hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.it is hopeful
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.
Today I felt like starting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
kind of mythopoesis