Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
and the fake qualifier
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thank you, Jack
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
it is hopeful
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Better Lift
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
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.