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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

hiding from the rain

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

1

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

IWGD

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

really i want the internet

Today I felt like starting

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it