"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
hiding from the rain
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
i see a website
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
or never left
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them