The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Worse Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
Rain, starting
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
13, H, grate
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
It Will Get Lighter
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
