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.
was it worth it
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.which magnetises chains of pins
barren land
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
that looks like my instagram account
idk
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.fw
not so on: yvf(wthw)
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
not their contents
as in
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever