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.

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I Write Goodbye Letter

December 2025

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol

i love it here

much more tactility

Better Lift

wait what is that

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i want to do that too

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

and the fake qualifier

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.

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