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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Picture

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Today I felt like starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

currently

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

hiding from the rain

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

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.