Thank you, Jack

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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hiding from the rain

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

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

like magnets

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i love it here

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

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