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.

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.

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


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

2 (actually index). two is company

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

in a post. I want to be remembered

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.


Lift Analysis

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It Will Get Lighter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

was it worth it