Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Pimlico Rats


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

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.

currently

it is hopeful


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

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

Better Lift


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

I Write Goodbye Letter


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

1

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

"Put a blanket."

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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


Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."