The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Rain, starting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

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 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

Today I felt like starting

Worse Lift

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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

yes

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

idk

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.

yeah

or never left

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