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Worse Lift

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.

Better Lift

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

it is hopeful

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

"Put a blanket."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

currently

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

hiding from the rain

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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like first name

god being the centre magnet