a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

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.

"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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.

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

13, H, grate

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Rain, starting