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

December 2025

"Put a blanket."

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

wait what is that

not so on: yvf(wthw)

so the method has to be autonomous

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

all that is to say

2 (actually index). two is company

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24