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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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


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

currently

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

1

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

hiding from the rain

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

It Will Get Lighter

yes

and the fake qualifier

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

thank you

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Thank you, Jack

lol

barren land