We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
in a post. I want to be remembered
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Today I felt like starting
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
all that is to say
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
feel you