you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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plato
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
isaac newton
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
idk
abrar?
division of reality is straying away from it
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
so an active mazelike process
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.
Today I felt like starting
isaac
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate