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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
in a post. I want to be remembered
no longer writing in the third person
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
hello reader,
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.