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.

It Will Get Lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

Style

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Rain, starting

1

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I am below everything.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

currently

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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