i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Better Lift
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.