Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Better Lift

Better Lift

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

like magnets

whats your name?

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

as in

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Can I see

we need to be deconstructing our identities

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

no i haven't really read anything

Rain, starting


its good