okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

as in

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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.

Worse Lift

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.

Thank you, Jack

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

13, H, grate

Style

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

have you read

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i have read not even 1 book

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its good