hiding from the rain

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

god being the centre magnet

no longer writing in the third person

ion

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its good short few pages

isaac newton

what do you mean

feel you

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

i love it here

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

i dont understand magnetisation

i want to do that too

have you read

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

plato

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