Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

13, H, grate

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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

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

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

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Today I felt like starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

Style

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

propensity within someone

so the method has to be autonomous

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

not their contents

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

is this you as well

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.