i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.

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

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.

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.

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

Thank you, Jack

that looks like my instagram account

It Will Get Lighter

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

division of reality is straying away from it

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

"Put a blanket."

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

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

It Will Get Lighter

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time