Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
propensity within someone
so the method has to be autonomous
its good
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
yeah
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
have you read
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetisation/form
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."