Worse Lift

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

Picture

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I am below everything.

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

December 2025

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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