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.


its good

I Write Goodbye Letter


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

god being the centre magnet

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


have you read

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

...

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

isaac

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack

in a post. I want to be remembered

like first name

its good short few pages

It Will Get Lighter

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah


He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

ion

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter