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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
what do you mean
no longer writing in the third person
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
like magnets
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
magnetises a pin
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I am below everything.
yeah
is this you as well
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so an active mazelike process
sorry i am texting like a slav
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
no i haven't really read anything
no like which do people call me
much more tactility
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."