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.

i love it here

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you think my name is

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so an active mazelike process

plato

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

like first name

much more tactility

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ahnaf abrar

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or never left