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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

It Will Get Lighter

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IWGD

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.

the site i am dreaming

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

what do you mean

ion

yeah

I Write Goodbye Letter

this will be about a slug

isaac

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

god being the centre magnet

i understand

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

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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.