I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
Thank you, Jack
no longer writing in the third person
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
currently
not their contents
we can only engage in such a way
division of reality is straying away from it
much more tactility
all that is to say
Today I felt like starting
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
kind of mythopoesis
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
so the method has to be autonomous