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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
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.Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
have you read
it is hopeful
It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
no longer writing in the third person
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
and the fake qualifier