...

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

"Put a blanket."

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos