a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

magnetises a pin

I am below everything.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Picture

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Better Lift

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

13, H, grate

IWGD