"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
plato
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
plato
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.
is this you as well
currently
idk
fw
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
in a post. I want to be remembered
which magnetises chains of pins
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
magnetises a pin
i love it here
have you read
thank you
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
we need to be deconstructing our identities
or never left
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.
its good short few pages