And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Style

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

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what do you think my name is

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.

Rain, starting

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

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

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

hiding from the rain

was it worth it

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i have read not even 1 book