"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
no longer writing in the third person
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
it is hopeful
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
we can only engage in such a way
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
lol
division of reality is straying away from it
we need to be deconstructing our identities