we need to be deconstructing our identities
hiding from the rain
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
plato
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
no longer writing in the third person