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.

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.


currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i understand

sorry i am texting like a slav

autonomy of learning

fw

idk

It Will Get Lighter