Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

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

Rain, starting

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

13, H, grate

and the fake qualifier

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

its good

that looks like my instagram account

i was tempted to lie about my name

i want to do that too

idk

isaac newton

wait what is that

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class