i see a website

the site i am dreaming

It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

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its good

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It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I Write Goodbye Letter

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

2 (actually index). two is company

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter