We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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.

Better Lift

I am below everything.

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

Style

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i dont understand magnetisation

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

fw

idk

that looks like my instagram account

no longer writing in the third person

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

or never left