hiding from the rain

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

not their contents

but really the thing should be autonomous

really i want the internet

autonomy of learning

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.


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

13, H, grate

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos


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.


Better Lift

you have a beautiful account btw
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.