Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I am below everything.

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

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

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

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

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Rain, starting

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

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.

but i respect your search

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Picture

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse