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

you have a beautiful account btw

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

IWGD

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

so at the end

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

all that is to say

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

idk

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it