After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

Better Lift

Rain, starting

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


13, H, grate

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet


okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

lol

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

is everyoneback on tumblr now

propensity within someone

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.