something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

have you read

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

13, H, grate

you have a beautiful account btw

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

much more tactility

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

kind of mythopoesis

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

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

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've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.