One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
no longer writing in the third person
December 2025
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
no like which do people call me
it is hopeful
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
hiding from the rain
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
but really the thing should be autonomous
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you