idk

in a post. I want to be remembered

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

13, H, grate

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

plato

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

and the fake qualifier

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is this you as well

i understand

what do you think my name is