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

Picture


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Style

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.


13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Better Lift

but i respect your search

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.


It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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