Style


I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Today I felt like starting

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

December 2025

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Can I see