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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

yes

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

December 2025


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

it is hopeful

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue