Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
i understand
like first name
Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
which magnetises chains of pins
i really havent
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
it is hopeful
isaac
ion
feel you
thank you
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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.