so at the end

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

really i want the internet

"Put a blanket."

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.