you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
currently
yes
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
"Put a blanket."
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03