Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you


Style

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website

its good

we need to be deconstructing our identities

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

isaac

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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2 (actually index). two is company

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

Thank you, Jack

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

whats your name?

ahnaf abrar

abrar?

plato

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