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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

have you read

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

plato

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good short few pages

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you mean

lol