I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
13, H, grate
no longer writing in the third person
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I Write Goodbye Letter
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.
Worse Lift
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
