i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

hiding from the rain

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

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Rain, starting

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Can I see

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Better Lift

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

what do you think my name is

i was tempted to lie about my name