no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

"Put a blanket."

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


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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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


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.


not so on: yvf(wthw)

i really havent

Picture

It Will Get Lighter


And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


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

hello reader,