a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

but i respect your search

this will be about a slug

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

December 2025

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

wait what is that

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Slug

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.

kind of mythopoesis

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