no longer writing in the third person

I am below everything.

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. 

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered


Today I felt like starting

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

currently

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.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Put a blanket."

Rain, starting