what do you think my name is

It Will Get Lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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 have read not even 1 book

magnetisation/form

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

all that is to say

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos