After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.kind of mythopoesis
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
hiding from the rain
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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 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.
but i respect your search