Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

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 illiterate on producing technology

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

it is hopeful

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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