so at the end

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

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

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

currently