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.

Rain, starting

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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

currently

Better Lift

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I am below everything.

It Will Get Lighter

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i want to do that too

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

we can only engage in such a way

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.