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

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

it is hopeful

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

really i want the internet

currently

IWGD

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

but i respect your search