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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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.

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

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

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

Lift Analysis

Rain, starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

13, H, grate

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

that looks like my instagram account

its good

your feed looks like my tumblr

is this you as well

its good

whats your name?

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.

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.