It Will Get Lighter

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i see a website

It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

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.

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift