Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Picture

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

what do you think my name is

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

is this you as well

i dont understand magnetisation

plato

much more tactility

so at the end

feel you

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

no longer writing in the third person