It Will Get Lighter

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.

Worse Lift

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.

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

hiding from the rain


I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I am below everything.

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

...

Style

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i was tempted to lie about my name

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no like which do people call me

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

yeah

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

your feed looks like my tumblr

god being the centre magnet

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

ahnaf abrar

Today I felt like starting

Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered