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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Today I felt like starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

dusk