But seriously, thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
was it worth it
magnetises a pin
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
have you read
but i respect your search
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
like first name
bro i read nothing in my life
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
plato
ahnaf abrar
Better Lift
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
is this you as well
you have a beautiful account btw
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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no i haven't really read anything
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.