Rain, starting


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thank you, Jack

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

all that is to say

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

currently

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

ahnaf abrar

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

abrar?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Better Lift

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