It Will Get Lighter

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I am below everything.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

all that is to say

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so at the end

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

magnetises a pin

and the fake qualifier

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

we can only engage in such a way

and the fake qualifier