Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

December 2025

the site i am dreaming

this will be about a slug

...

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

and the fake qualifier

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

bro i read nothing in my life

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

wait what is that

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.

magnetises a pin


no like which do people call me

It Will Get Lighter

god being the centre magnet

sorry i am texting like a slav

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

so an active mazelike process

its good short few pages

But seriously, thank you, Jack

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging