Rain, starting

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

which magnetises chains of pins

was it worth it

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

It Will Get Lighter

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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.

this will be about a slug

December 2025

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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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.

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really i want the internet

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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

"Put a blanket."
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.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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you have a beautiful account btw