"Put a blanket."

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

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

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

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It Will Get Lighter

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in a post. I want to be remembered

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I am below everything.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.