something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
what do you mean
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
"Put a blanket."
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
so the method has to be autonomous
much more tactility
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting