2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

wait what is that

this will be about a slug
the site i am dreaming

which magnetises chains of pins

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Lift Analysis

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

like first name

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

...

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

its good

currently

hiding from the rain

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

its performative

and the fake qualifier

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.

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.