Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

you have a beautiful account btw

whats your name?

feel you

its good

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

much more tactility

send your tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

what do you mean

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

as in

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

its good short few pages

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

its performative

autonomy of learning

fw

abrar?

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

or never left