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

as in

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.

have you read

so at the end

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

thank you

It Will Get Lighter

send link

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

i really havent

"Put a blanket."

really i want the internet

no i haven't really read anything

but really the thing should be autonomous

kind of mythopoesis

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

what do you mean

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it


not their contents

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13