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

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

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

i see a website

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I Write Goodbye Letter

fw

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

so at the end

Picture

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

bro i read nothing in my life

what do you mean