i was tempted to lie about my name

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

1

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

so at the end

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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

your feed looks like my tumblr

or never left

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thank you, Jack

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.

propensity within someone

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

all that is to say

is everyoneback on tumblr now