thank you

lol yea

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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.

hello reader,

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

...


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

not so on: yvf(wthw)


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

Rain, starting

...

no longer writing in the third person

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

13, H, grate

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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