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

hiding from the rain

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its performative

no like which do people call me

we need to be deconstructing our identities

13, H, grate

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i love it here

so an active mazelike process

no i haven't really read anything

Better Lift

i want to do that too

ion

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