I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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

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.

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

Rain, starting

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03


"Put a blanket."

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

in a post. I want to be remembered

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

no i haven't really read anything

Picture