Today I felt like starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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

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.

"Put a blanket."

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

December 2025

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

feel you


ion

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

we need to be deconstructing our identities

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

no longer writing in the third person

is this you as well

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

magnetises a pin

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

send link

its good

hello reader,

no i haven't really read anything