Today I felt like starting
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
"Put a blanket."
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.
no longer writing in the third person
yeah
much more tactility
its good short few pages
or never left
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.