really i want the internet

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

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

Lift Analysis

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

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