something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Today I felt like starting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
i dont understand magnetisation
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
its performative