in a post. I want to be remembered

Can I see

really i want the internet

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

much more tactility

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

its performative

"Put a blanket."

I Write Goodbye Letter


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

not their contents

Better Lift

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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

December 2025

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i want to do that too

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24