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.

it is hopeful

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

...

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

1

. way too specific.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

and the fake qualifier

IWGD


i really havent

Thank you, Jack

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

have you read