hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Can I see
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i really havent
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ahnaf abrar
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.propensity within someone
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.like magnets
plato
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.
whats your name?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i was tempted to lie about my name