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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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

13, H, grate

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

Style