hiding from the rain

no like which do people call me

all that is to say

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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another 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.

and the fake qualifier