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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

Thank you, Jack

yes

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

Lift Analysis

Today I felt like starting

no longer writing in the third person

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

you cannot feed someone truth

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its good short few pages

which magnetises chains of pins

lol

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

plato

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.

plato

you have a beautiful account btw