bro i read nothing in my life

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

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.

like first name

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

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

currently

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

which magnetises chains of pins

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

so at the end

Thank you, Jack

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we need to be deconstructing our identities