Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08



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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting

13, H, grate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

propensity within someone

idk

not their contents

send your tumblr

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