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

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

hiding from the rain

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

kind of mythopoesis