Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

currently

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.

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.

hello reader,

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I am below everything.

Lift Analysis

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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