a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Style

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.

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

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

...

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

the site i am dreaming

was it worth it

2 (actually index). two is company

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

1

you cannot feed someone truth

its performative

magnetisation/form

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

much more tactility

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

lol

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.