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.
currently
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
was it worth it
ion
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
as in
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
and the fake qualifier
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
no longer writing in the third person