Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Better Lift
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.