Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Today I felt like starting

it is hopeful

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch