"Put a blanket."

plato

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

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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.

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

it is hopeful

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

no longer writing in the third person