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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Today I felt like starting
I am below everything.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Put a blanket."