We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41