Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift



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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

in a post. I want to be remembered
this will be about a slug

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.