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

i want to do that too

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

whats your name?

feel you

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

what do you think my name is

Can I see

what do you mean

idk

its performative

so at the end