a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

IWGD

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