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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

not their contents

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

you cannot feed someone truth

i love it here

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

as in

propensity within someone

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

It Will Get Lighter

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.

its good short few pages

we need to be deconstructing our identities