no longer writing in the third person

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

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

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate