One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

yes

Better Lift

Worse Lift

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

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

is this you as well

i want to do that too

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

what do you mean

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

no i haven't really read anything

It Will Get Lighter

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

yeah

we need to be deconstructing our identities

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people