There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
in a post. I want to be remembered
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
I am below everything.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
the site i am dreaming