Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
but i respect your search
hiding from the rain
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
no longer writing in the third person
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.fw
not their contents