Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no longer writing in the third person

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

all that is to say

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

Thank you, Jack

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

2 (actually index). two is company

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

so at the end