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Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

IWGD

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Rain, starting