13, H, grate

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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'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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

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

Thank you, Jack

Better Lift

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

i dont understand magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

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