The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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currently

It Will Get Lighter

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

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

IWGD

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

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

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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.

Today I felt like starting