It Will Get Lighter


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

it is hopeful

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.


part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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and the fake qualifier


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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then