"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"Put a blanket."

hiding from the rain

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

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

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

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.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

yeah

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

as in

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so the method has to be autonomous

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

or never left

propensity within someone