Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.hiding from the rain
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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?