inhabit tender_square he told her he was going back through parts of his book and adding more detail and this irked her. because if he was writing anything more than his rework of the ending, she shouldn’t be editing him yet. "please keep track of what you’re adding and where," she said whenever he was eager about his updates. she would have to go through these parts, cut and paste them into the version she was working with, ensure that the silent changes and general formatting she adhered to was followed there too. she regretted asking aloud to him once, "am i wasting my time?" "i decided that the film jude makes in london needed to be realized," he explained, as they walked the circuit they always took, one they dubbed "the loop." he described how jude would take early morning strolls--"before 7 am"--and narrate his inner state from behind the camera, that this would materialize into something by the book's end, but what he couldn't (or wouldn't) say. she thought it too easy that jude got the girl, but didn’t say so. maybe he would sow his own doubts about it too after she left. she told him she only wanted to move for twenty minutes; she was tired from the hour-long sojourn she'd taken alone at sunrise, one that he didn’t know about. her hips flexors screamed and had been tight for days; all of her fears and his anxiety absorbed into her sacral chakra. no matter the stretch, she couldn’t release the pain her body was forcing her to inhabit. 220426 what's it to you? who go blather from