no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Today I felt like starting
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.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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