i was tempted to lie about my name

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

currently

IWGD

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

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

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

Thank you, Jack

its performative

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Slug

yeah

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

It's

dusk

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

no longer writing in the third person

we can only engage in such a way