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Thank you, Jack

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

1

. way too specific.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

the site i am dreaming

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

hello reader,

December 2025

...

it is hopeful

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.