Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I Write Goodbye Letter

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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IWGD

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

1

currently

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

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

i love it here

and the fake qualifier

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

god being the centre magnet

which magnetises chains of pins

wait what is that

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.