not so on: yvf(wthw)
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.no longer writing in the third person
Lift Analysis
no like which do people call me
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
much more tactility