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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
was it worth it
no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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you cannot feed someone truth
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.it is hopeful
isaac newton
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos