I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
hiding from the rain
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
kind of mythopoesis
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.