yeah
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
December 2025
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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 below everything.
hiding from the rain
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it