Thank you, Jack

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

i really havent

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

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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.

no longer writing in the third person

not so on: yvf(wthw)

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

bro i read nothing in my life

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