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.
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
wait what is that
its good
its performative
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.