hiding from the rain

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.

IWGD

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

no longer writing in the third person

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

I am below everything.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.