One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

Worse Lift

yes

and the fake qualifier

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life