Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

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.

Lift Analysis

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."