something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

division of reality is straying away from it

Style

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

currently

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thank you, Jack