i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Better Lift

2 (actually index). two is company

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

1

. way too specific.

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

...

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.

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

IWGD

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.

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