its good

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

Picture

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Today I felt like starting

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

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

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.

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.