I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
send link
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03