Today I felt like starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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