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Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Lift Analysis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

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

division of reality is straying away from it

I am below everything.

Better Lift

or never left

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

isaac newton

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

autonomy of learning

what do you think my name is

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?