There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
isaac
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
kind of mythopoesis
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Can I see
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08