Better Lift

Better Lift

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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


"Put a blanket."

that looks like my instagram account

god being the centre magnet

whats your name?

fw

its good

its good short few pages

your feed looks like my tumblr

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


"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

lol yea


send your tumblr

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

feel you

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

bro i read nothing in my life

13, H, grate

idk

like magnets

send link

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetises a pin

no i haven't really read anything

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

is this you as well

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then