Rain, starting

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

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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.

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Better Lift

...

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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