Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
IWGD
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
