Week 52 of 2025

hello, sweetness.

hope you had a feliz navidad.

one time i was at this music guy’s house on bow street. beside or above greens. we didn’t know each other very well, me and the music man. he taught somebody i knew, we’d met that morning in his house at the party. he was rly hung over, laying on the sofa, hair over his face to block out the light. that sort of state that can only be fixed by breakfast and sleep, but’s usually treated with buckfast back home. i was sitting on the floor on the other side of the room, back against the other couch. i reached out and plucked a few notes on his guitar that was laying there beside me. quiet suddenly, he spun around with an extremely serious expression on his face. he caught and locked my eyes, and with a kind of prosecuting tone he said “You have the funk inside you. Don’t you?”

it’s good when people say ludicrous things with a solemn tone. it happened one time this week too. though maybe in that case the solemnity was warranted because though it surface level goofy, there’s something underneath that’s truth deserving dignity.

i want to be in a biscuit tin where you’re the mouse and i’m the biscuit in the biscuit tin.

the christmas break is the longest time i’ve had off of work this year. i’ve not made the most of it, though i’ve put some music in. and also released a single called ritual. it’s on spotify, it’s on apple music too. i hope you like it. it’s good. there are two other tracks too. you’ve probably heard them before.

i have not enjoyed the christmas break so much, i am currently in a slump. not a slump as much as… idk i was really riding high for a little while there and now we’re in that pause between the build up and the pay off when everything’s all quiet. the night before the morning of the night before the morning after. it’s not my favourite part. the tension’s gone but there’s no release. everybody needs rest, and me too, but i wanna stay up all night gabbling about tomorrow. but i guess that’s how you end up getting stabbed in the heart by a girl on a horse, too sleepy.

“ugly girl” shirt and baseball cap, “ugly girl” brand 2-piece pyjama set, “ugly girl” brand socks, sneakers and wrist warmers. let me be.

this has been one of the strangest years of my life. turns out you can keep writing javascript and eventually you really will achieve salvation. it’s strange when life has such clearly demarcated chapters. in the airport in málaga that door shut, that life gone, no time to think about it ‘cause the new one’s here. from LAX to oplax. FoC to FoC. tiovivo alemán… kept from sleep; left FT. everything’s been happening, and not in sequence either. gantt chart getting taller and taller and wider and wider. you find yourself shouting “i like myself better when we are together” over the music, and in the day time you’re living in a dream. having the conversations you want to have, with the very people you’d choose to have them with if you were given the infinite option.

i’ve added an event to my calendar for march next year that says “i am in my extraordinarily late twenties.” MMXXVI is gonna be insane, though. all this stage setting. maybe there’ll be some more world war three! meanwhile… ldn, foc, rir and r&d.

I desire to have my face and hands made in wax with a piece of crimson satin thrown like a garment in a picture hair upon my head and put in a case of Mahogany with a glass before and fix’d up so near the place were my corps lyes as it can be with my name and time of Death

— sarah hare

girl, same.

waiting for the green light. heaven sent, destiny, party hard in harmony.

may your 2026 have more afk than brb.

unless you’d prefer it the other way. or another way. may it whatever you need & want in layers.

i’ve learned that people love me. i knew already that i love everybody. but i keep a space in between. when you’re talking to me, you’re talking to a proxy. LW and OR are setting themes for the year. i’ll set a theme too. maybe on nye i’ll start a fire and drink it. maybe i’ll draw 14 to 15 and let the ether/other/inner set it. read the tea leaves. but it’s together. i mean, i think. self-advocate, lead soft, unlearn futility, help 1, make art, steward/foster weird computer, call my friends friends, change the course of history. it’s together, i guess.

anyway.

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good luck

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