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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
no longer writing in the third person
Better Lift
it is hopeful
currently
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
kind of mythopoesis