ion

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

i have read not even 1 book

so the method has to be autonomous

or never left

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

...

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.

magnetises a pin

no like which do people call me

what do you mean

no i haven't really read anything

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

send link

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.