He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
and the fake qualifier
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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