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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

IWGD

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Worse Lift

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

kind of mythopoesis

Style

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03