a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

"Put a blanket."

2 (actually index). two is company

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?