I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
its good
so the method has to be autonomous
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.
autonomy of learning
lol
magnetises a pin
we need to be deconstructing our identities
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
whats your name?
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no like which do people call me
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.