They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

yes

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

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

kind of mythopoesis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Rain, starting

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

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

idk

in a post. I want to be remembered