Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no longer writing in the third person

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

isaac


you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

it is hopeful