Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

"Put a blanket."

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

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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

It Will Get Lighter


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.

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.

Picture

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

no longer writing in the third person

Lift Analysis

Better Lift

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

isaac newton

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things