the site i am dreaming

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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

like magnets

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.