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

Can I see

currently

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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

we need to be deconstructing our identities

But seriously, thank you, Jack

you have a beautiful account btw

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike