its performative
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.
hiding from the rain
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you mean