no longer writing in the third person

you cannot feed someone truth

Can I see

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

13, H, grate

Lift Analysis

"Put a blanket."

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

was it worth it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

bro i read nothing in my life

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

and the fake qualifier

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

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

feel you