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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


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.

Rain, starting

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

but really the thing should be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thank you, Jack

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

hiding from the rain

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Lift Analysis

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.