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.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift

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in a post. I want to be remembered

I Write Goodbye Letter

hello reader,

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.