Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

hiding from the rain

currently

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

kind of mythopoesis


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, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Lift Analysis

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

no longer writing in the third person