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.

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Lift Analysis

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I Write Goodbye Letter

"Put a blanket."

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

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

Rain, starting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

that looks like my instagram account

lol yea

we can only engage in such a way

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thank you, Jack