no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

Today I felt like starting

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.

IWGD

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Style

December 2025

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Slug

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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