It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thank you, Jack

hiding from the rain

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

Rain, starting

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

Better Lift

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?