Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.