It's

dusk

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.

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

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Rain, starting

bro i read nothing in my life

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

and the fake qualifier

"Put a blanket."

like first name

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

magnetisation/form

its performative

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.