...

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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

December 2025

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

no longer writing in the third person

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

hiding from the rain

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

Today I felt like starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

and the fake qualifier

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"Put a blanket."

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

the site i am dreaming

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

13, H, grate


It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.