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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

not their contents

what do you mean

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

send your tumblr

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

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

have you read

its good

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

"Put a blanket."

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i understand

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

magnetises a pin

sorry i am texting like a slav

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