Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
currently
Better Lift
no longer writing in the third person
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
in a post. I want to be remembered
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
it is hopeful
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.