I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

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.


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


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I am below everything.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

and the fake qualifier

It Will Get Lighter