i see a website

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 am below everything.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

ion

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

have you read

"Put a blanket."

which magnetises chains of pins

not their contents

propensity within someone

IWGD

plato

isaac

really i want the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

in a post. I want to be remembered