"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we can only engage in such a way
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
really i want the internet
I am below everything.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so the method has to be autonomous
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
its good short few pages
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