no longer writing in the third person

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

much more tactility

its performative

but i respect your search

plato

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

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

whats your name?

abrar?

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

like first name