wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

in a post. I want to be remembered

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Lift Analysis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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