One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

yeah

Better Lift

i love it here

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

god being the centre magnet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Style

bro i read nothing in my life

Lift Analysis

It's

dusk