Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Picture

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

Thank you, Jack

it is hopeful

Rain, starting

Can I see

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

no longer writing in the third person


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting