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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.kind of mythopoesis
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
but really the thing should be autonomous
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
I am below everything.
really i want the internet
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i really havent
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."