Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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13, H, grate

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.


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

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

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

or never left

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

much more tactility

fw

its good

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

Picture

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

we need to be deconstructing our identities