We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty
cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
It Will Get Lighter
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
FOUNDING DOCUMENT
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
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
