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.

so the method has to be autonomous

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

god being the centre magnet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

It Will Get Lighter

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