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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

really i want the internet

currently

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so at the end

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.

autonomy of learning

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

its performative

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Worse Lift

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

Style

I am below everything.

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