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I am below everything.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Rain, starting

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Today I felt like starting

kind of mythopoesis

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

December 2025

...

was it worth it

It Will Get Lighter

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

all that is to say