Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

13, H, grate

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Better Lift

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Picture

i understand

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

all that is to say

have you read

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fw

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

like first name

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