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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yes
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike