i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Lift Analysis

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

currently

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Today I felt like starting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

which magnetises chains of pins

its good

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Style

that looks like my instagram account

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i really havent


i love it here

propensity within someone