Today I felt like starting

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

"Put a blanket."

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

Rain, starting

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

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.

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

feel you

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

which magnetises chains of pins

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

i want to do that too

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

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was it worth it