December 2025

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

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



in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Style

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


so the method has to be autonomous