barren land
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I am below everything.
it is hopeful
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Thank you, Jack
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.