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

"Put a blanket."

Today I felt like starting

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

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

idk

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

really i want the internet

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.