and the fake qualifier

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

I am below everything.

but i respect your search

like magnets

i dont understand magnetisation

ion

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i want to do that too

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

i love it here

we need to be deconstructing our identities

2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

Today I felt like starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch