somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

currently

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

it is hopeful

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

autonomy of learning

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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