something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

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.

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It's

dusk

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

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.

"Put a blanket."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59