sorry i am texting like a slav
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Better Lift
bro i read nothing in my life
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
December 2025
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.