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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Thank you, Jack

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

Better Lift

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 see a website

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you have a beautiful account btw

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Better Lift

December 2025

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.