The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

It's

dusk

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

I am below everything.

hiding from the rain

it is hopeful

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Lift Analysis

Better Lift

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

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

lol

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Picture

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk