the site i am dreaming


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Rain, starting

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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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.
this will be about a slug

I Write Goodbye Letter

December 2025

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.

i really havent

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

magnetisation/form

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate