wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

you have a beautiful account btw

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

really i want the internet

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

13, H, grate

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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

not their contents

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you cannot feed someone truth

but i respect your search

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models