Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Today I felt like starting
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
...
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
was it worth it
But seriously, thank you, Jack