It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

and the fake qualifier

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

"Put a blanket."

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thank you, Jack

was it worth it

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

currently

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

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

no like which do people call me

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