She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i love it here

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Better Lift

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Lift Analysis

Thank you, Jack

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

isaac newton

thank you

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