Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"Put a blanket."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting