Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Rain, starting

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Lift Analysis

2 (actually index). two is company

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos