Today I felt like starting

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

Worse Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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



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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life