But seriously, thank you, Jack

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

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

its good

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

much more tactility

Worse Lift

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

plato

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

what do you think my name is

ion

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

yes

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk