isaac newton

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Today I felt like starting

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."

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

Style

It Will Get Lighter

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone truth

I am below everything.

magnetisation/form

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

idk

IWGD

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.