its performative

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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


There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.


It Will Get Lighter

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

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. 

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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Worse Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i understand

IWGD

plato

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.

it is hopeful

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

much more tactility

I am below everything.

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