i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Worse Lift

Style

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

currently

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

it is hopeful

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away


i understand