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

Today I felt like starting

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

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

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.

hiding from the rain

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

the site i am dreaming

i love it here

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now