we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Better Lift
hiding from the rain
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thank you, Jack
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike