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.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift

Rain, starting

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of 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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

it is hopeful

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

magnetises a pin

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

But seriously, thank you, Jack