I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Today I felt like starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

hiding from the rain

in a post. I want to be remembered

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

no longer writing in the third person

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.

that looks like my instagram account

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

barren land

It Will Get Lighter