Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

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

hiding from the rain

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Better Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

13, H, grate

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