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

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

hiding from the rain

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

13, H, grate

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thank you, Jack

as in

not their contents