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

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

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Worse Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

abrar?

wait what is that

like first name

Better Lift

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i really havent

magnetises a pin

like magnets

i was tempted to lie about my name

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier

isaac

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

and the fake qualifier

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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have you read