14 june 2026 — 07:42
the same street / a different animal
walked past the same corner again this morning. something had shifted. not the corner. me, maybe. or the light. ████████ overhead pigeons moving like punctuation. i keep meaning to write down the name of that feeling before it dissolves into the morning and becomes nothing.
11 june 2026 — 23:15
cut-up / late
LATE LATE LATE — the television speaking to no one. words from three conversations layered like acetate. you said / i said / neither of us said anything at all. tore out three pages. kept the margins.