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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Rain, starting



not their contents

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

IWGD

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

Picture

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

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

13, H, grate

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17