as in
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
hiding from the rain
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Today I felt like starting
it is hopeful
i was tempted to lie about my name
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
no like which do people call me
idk
i love it here
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf