Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter


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


no longer writing in the third person

Picture

"Put a blanket."

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.

hiding from the rain

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

send your tumblr

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

barren land

that looks like my instagram account

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

lol