Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Slug

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Rain, starting

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Worse Lift

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Better Lift

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.

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so at the end

no i haven't really read anything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

lol yea

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah

Style

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life