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

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

Rain, starting

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. 

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it is hopeful

Style

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person


Better Lift

you have a beautiful account btw