and the fake qualifier

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

no longer writing in the third person

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

hiding from the rain

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?