Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

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.


currently

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

...


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

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

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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class