Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yes

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, starting

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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