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 want to do that too

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

yes

kind of mythopoesis

really i want the internet

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Lift Analysis

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Rain, starting

i see a website

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i love it here

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

we can only engage in such a way

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

abrar?

I am below everything.

the site i am dreaming

its performative

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.