Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

Picture

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website

It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

"Put a blanket."

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thank you, Jack

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

hiding from the rain

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.