"Put a blanket."

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

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

Rain, starting


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i see a website

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.