a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so at the end

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

magnetisation/form

bro i read nothing in my life

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

feel you

division of reality is straying away from it

hiding from the rain

its good short few pages

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

Thank you, Jack

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i really havent

yes

i love it here