But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

isaac newton


13, H, grate

bro i read nothing in my life

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine


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.

It Will Get Lighter