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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
whats your name?
its good short few pages
but really the thing should be autonomous
is this you as well
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