After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

Rain, starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

the site i am dreaming

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Picture

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

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

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I Write Goodbye Letter

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Worse Lift

barren land

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