Thank you, Jack

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

i really havent

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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