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

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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

no longer writing in the third person

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

yeah

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

its performative

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

but really the thing should be autonomous

or never left

hiding from the rain

lol yea

fw

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.