like magnets

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful. 

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

it is hopeful

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.

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter


I am below everything.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Can I see