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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

thank you

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

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

1

"Put a blanket."

what do you think my name is

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

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the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

13, H, grate

I am below everything.

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

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