The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Better Lift

Rain, starting

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

But seriously, thank you, Jack