Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i really havent

the site i am dreaming

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.