December 2025

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

It Will Get Lighter

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

really i want the internet

IWGD

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

its performative

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but i respect your search

god being the centre magnet

Rain, starting

2 (actually index). two is company

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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