Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
currently
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Better Lift
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it is hopeful
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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.
its performative
you cannot feed someone truth
I am below everything.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03