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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Today I felt like starting

its good

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I am below everything.

Picture

"Put a blanket."

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

god being the centre magnet

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

like magnets

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

was it worth it