He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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.


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

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

Style

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

currently

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.

Better Lift

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

IWGD

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

1

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.