She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

no longer writing in the third person

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

kind of mythopoesis

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

i see a website

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Style

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Lift Analysis

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Picture

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"Put a blanket."