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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

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.

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Put a blanket."

all that is to say

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

IWGD

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

much more tactility