but i respect your search

Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I am below everything.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Worse Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.