currently
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"Put a blanket."
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
in a post. I want to be remembered
it is hopeful
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.