it is hopeful
but i respect your search
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
Can I see
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?