FOUNDING DOCUMENT

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

Worse Lift

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

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

Style