with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Today I felt like starting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
hiding from the rain
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i see a website
I am below everything.