We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

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.

but really the thing should be autonomous

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

but i respect your search

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

Better Lift

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

whats your name?

what do you mean

thank you

is this you as well