We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

and the fake qualifier

2 (actually index). two is company

it is hopeful

but really the thing should be autonomous

Rain, starting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Better Lift

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter