It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

hiding from the rain

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

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

IWGD

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.

"Put a blanket."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i love it here