no longer writing in the third person

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

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

Better Lift

December 2025

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

fw

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

lol yea

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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