13, H, grate


Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


It Will Get Lighter


IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I am below everything.

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 is hopeful

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

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

no longer writing in the third person

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Better Lift


We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.