wait what is that

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Rain, starting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Can I see

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

hello reader,

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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It's

dusk