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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
your feed looks like my tumblr
whats your name?
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
plato
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.