December 2025
no longer writing in the third person
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
barren land
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
what do you think my name is
is this you as well
isaac
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
was it worth it
your feed looks like my tumblr
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.