Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

hiding from the rain

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Style

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

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 is hopeful

Better Lift

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it