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.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hello reader,

no i haven't really read anything

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

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

no like which do people call me

what do you mean

isaac

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its performative

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is this you as well

you have a beautiful account btw