its good short few pages
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
December 2025
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
and the fake qualifier
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i really havent
barren land
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
god being the centre magnet
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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