Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


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


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


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



Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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Style

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

its performative

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

December 2025