Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

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.

I am below everything.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

so the method has to be autonomous

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Lift Analysis

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

It Will Get Lighter

Can I see

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Pimlico Rats

what do you think my name is

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

division of reality is straying away from it