hello reader,

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Lift Analysis

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no longer writing in the third person

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

the site i am dreaming

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
send link

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

i really havent

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it