it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
its good short few pages
Today I felt like starting
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.
hiding from the rain
yeah
fw
lol
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.propensity within someone
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.
Lift Analysis
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.lol yea
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.